Novel & Cerita Wolf Legends

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

“Xander, who were the wolves yesterday? They looked... um... crazed, like they wanted to kill us.” "Rogues are werewolves expelled from their pack or who have chosen to leave. Their disheveled fur and foul scent, reminiscent of rotten eggs, signal their feral nature, marked by red eyes. They often behave more like animals than humans, driven by primal instincts, and typically do not work well together. Rogues can be good or evil; some kill out of revenge, while others act on wild urges. Good rogues seek independence and do not wish to harm others, mainly known as lone wolves. They do not want trouble with anyone."

The only thing I regret was not getting to talk to my dad to clear some things, aside from that, I'd rather die than breath air here ever again. After walking for hours inside the forest, I could hear howling of wolves fom a distance which made goosebumps appear on my skin. The howling became louder, accompanied with thumping on the ground. I look ahead and I could see them. They were coming in groups with danger lurking in their red eyes. They looked like they wanted nothing more than to tear me, their prey, to pieces. Rouges. I heard about them from Richard. They were mindless werewolves who the moon goddess abandoned because of their evil doings. Their human part was no longer with them a

* The legend of the werewolf apprentice. Avenum. His family lived on the tributary of the Dnieper - the Berezina, and worshiped Urgor, a werewolf. Little Nicody heard a lot about the terrible creature Urgor, who was revered by his family. Urgor is a werewolf, a black ghost. He often helped people, coming either in the form of a hare, or a bear, or a mighty tooth-Ra. Nicodia was very attracted by the picture of Urgor, which hung in their hut. A large black wolf with terrible blood-red eyes, as if winking at Nicodia from the image. But the boy did not attach any importance to this.

A second wolf began sniffing the air, assuming an attacking position. “I smell blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “We have company.” The brown wolf stood in front of the young witch, while the larger wolf came at me in a frontal attack, lunging his paws in my direction. I leaped to the side and backward, skillfully dodging the blows. “These eyes,” growled the wolf, attacking me in a rage. “You're the hybrid they've been talking about all around the world—the one from the legend!” “Legend?” I hesitated, and the wolf headbutted me in the snout, leaving me dazed. He came at me with full force, swatting his paw at my face. “Damn it!” I growled through my teeth.

Jake spoke in a sheepish tone. Glory simply rolled her eyes as she cornered it. “Wolves are descended from the gods, the story was that Deucalion after tricking Zeus was turned into a wolf well him and his sons, and for the most part that is true. But Zeus got the idea from Poseidon, who was at the time cursed by Artemis for killing one of her prize hunting wolves. He was turned into a wolf and through sheer will power and control was able to turn back between a wolf and human forms hence the legend of werewolves was born. Though the word implies that we are half-human, but we are wolves that took the form of humans we do not have human DNA. We protect humans that were our purpose given to u

in fear for their safety. Who wouldn't? If I'm a human too I would probably be running as far as I can away from this horrid place. I can smell their fear lingering in the air. Which is quite understandable in this circumstances. Rogues are considered vile, viscious and are irrational creatures. They have trouble following authoritative figures, they listen to know one. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, in this case that is indeed true. We can identify if a werewolf had gone rogue if their eyes started to glow yellow and another manifestation is their horrible scent, A scent that holds the stink of dark forces.

“I know both of you and you’re good for this pack. I don’t know how they’ll feel about the entire lycan thing. It’s one thing accepting them into the pack. It’s another thing for them to accept them into their hearts, families, and pack. The only way you’ll know how they feel about it is to speak with them. Explain to them what you know. You have two oracles saying this has to be for our survival. Explain the entire dire wolf are wolves thing. They’ll get it, I think. I still can’t believe that the Fae didn’t create dire wolf shifters. Dire wolves were around back then. Heck, we have dragon shifters.” “Who’s saying there aren’t but they’re rare or some such thing? It would explain the Europe

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

Cerridwen tried to explain, tried to pull back away from the terrified youngsters, but Melody was beyond her reach, her beautiful golden eyes turned blood red as she bared her fangs that now dripped with her venom. Her golden coat was covered in their blood, her ears lay flat against her head and her powerful back legs tensed as she prepared to finish them off. Loki knew what he had to do, Melody was going to kill the youngsters and he had to stop her, mind-linking Othello he said